His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 700

Matthew casually lifted his wine glass, a lazy glint dancing in his eyes. "What's the news? Tell me about it."

"Barry's getting on in years, wants to step back and has already designated Jareth as his successor. He will be taking over as the President of the Fairhaven Group and Vice-Chairman of the Board. The news has spread throughout the Fairhaven Group. After next week's board meeting, Jareth's officially take office."

"Is that supposed to be news? Everyone in our circle knows that." Avery scoffed.

"At this critical time, the Fairhaven Group's internal strife is fierce. After the death of the Fairhaven family’s eldest son, Gary, as Barry Fairhaven’s only son left, didn't inherit the leadership. Watching the younger generation step over his head, stirring things, I bet his current hostility is even more intense than that of a ghost!"

“What’s the use then? It's just impotent rage. If Gary truly had capability, he would have secured his inheritance right when Jareth's father passed. How could he wait until now to be overtaken by his junior?"

Avery's gaze sharpened suddenly, turning suspiciously to Harvey. "You didn't come all this way just to tell me about this nonsense, did you? What else have you found out?"

"I heard that Gary and Jareth's sister, Edith, have grown quite close. They've formed an alliance in the shadows, planning to take down Jareth together."

Harvey's expression was dark and brooding. "Why don't you as well intervene at this time, lend them a hand, and give that lad Jareth a taste of difficulty! If it succeeds, you can take credit. If it fails, Gary and Edith will shoulder the blame, and you'll be as untouchable as ever."

Avery was astute and naturally understood his meaning.

Truth be told, whether the Fairhaven Group fares well or not didn't concern him much.

Among the four major families, the Fairhaven Group was only in fourth place. His real competitors in Elmsworth were the Abernathy Group; the Fairhavens didn't even register.

But he was still compelled to act against Jareth, simply because Jareth was Thaddeus' one and only, best friend!

Only by striking Jareth could Thaddeus truly feel the sting.

And only Thaddeus' pain could bring him joy.

"Harvey, you're getting more and more attuned to my thinking."

Avery adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and picked up his phone, dialing Edith's number.

Emeric's condition was stabilizing by the day, but the Ashbourne family couldn't set their mind at ease. They took turns by his side watching over him every day, tending to him with great care that they managed to feed the handsome old man until he gained an extra ten pounds.

Despite his increasing girth, Emeric could say, without exaggeration.

These past weeks had been his happiest in nearly two decades since his wife's passing.

He didn't want his children to hover around him out of obligation; he just wanted to see them often.

Especially Evadne.

It was as if he was making up for the years of lost father-daughter time, Emeric, despite his age, started being somewhat petulant, insisting on seeing Evadne daily, being quite difficult to deal with.

Tonight, Evadne and her husband Thaddeus were dining with Emeric in his bedroom. She picked up a rib and held it to his mouth.

"Here, Emeric, open wide."

Emeric smiled beamingly, just as he was about to open his mouth, Evadne added, "Try some Thaddeus' cooking."

Instantly, Emeric's mouth closed, losing his appetite instantly.

This left Thaddeus fidgeted and uneasy, his lips pressed tightly together, the picture of spousal aggrievement.

"Oh, come on!" Evadne frowned prettily, prying open Emeric's mouth with her left hand and stuffing the rib in like force-feeding a goose. "This is Thaddeus' heartfelt effort. He spent over an hour on it, you must appreciate it!"

“You little girl, always siding with him! Are you trying to choke me?" Emeric chewed the meat in his mouth with a sullen face.

The taste was quite good. The young man's culinary skills had improved considerably.

Thaddeus never tried to flatter or deal cursorily with his daughter; his sincerity was evident in every way.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

A perfectly matched couple entered—it was Cassius and Chasel.

"Dad."

"Chairman Emeric, how are you feeling today?" Chasel asked warmly, standing shoulder to shoulder with his beloved.

Emeric glanced at his son and then playfully at Chasel's clean-cut face. “Why so formal all of a sudden? Not calling me ‘dad' anymore?"

Evadne and Thaddeus both looked shocked!

Chasel's face, who originally had fair skin, blushed down to the base of his neck at this jest, and his lowered, long lashes betrayed a sense of bewilderment.

Seeing Chasel's embarrassment, Cassius couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. He directly took his partner's nervously sweating hand and firmly held it, saying. "Dad, Chasel is shy. Please don't tease him like that."

Evadne's eyes crinkled with a smile, watching the young couple with joy.

Ah, there was nothing like love to transform a person.

The once stoic Cassius was now protectively standing by his spouse.

Emeric looked at them with an inscrutable expression, his gaze gradually resting on their intertwined hands, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Cassius, what happened to your fingernails? Why are they so dark?"

Cassius paused for a moment, then looked down tenderly and chuckled. "Chasel has a taste for nuts. I went out last night to get some chestnuts tonight and have been peeling them for him. Must be from the chestnut shells."

Chasel's heart pounded rapidly, his face blushing in an adorable manner.

He had been nervous; after all, Cassius held a status of high regard, and his hands, which once commanded great power. Now, they were reduced to cracking nuts for him. What parent would be pleased by that?

Unexpectedly, Emeric mildly said, "Ah, that's good then. I thought you caught onychomycosis. I was worrying if you got that and infected Chasel, how could he look after patients in the future?"